Sangtekst: Bouncing Souls. Kids In America.

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by

I sit here alone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving

I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down.
I search for the beat in this dirty town.
Down town the young ones are going

Down town the young ones are growing.

We're the kids in America

We're the kids in America

Everbody lives for the music go round.

Bright lights
the music gets faster

Look boy
don't check on your watch not another glanc@
I'm not leaving now
honey
not a chance.
Hot shot give me no problems.
Much later
baby
you'll be saying never mind.
You know life is cruel
life is never kind.
Kind hearts don't make a new story

Kind hearts don't grab any glory.

We're the kids in America
. . .

Come closer
honey
that's better

Got to get a brand new experience feeling right.
Oh
don't try to stop
baby
hold me tight.
Outside a new day is dawning

Outside surburbias sprawling everywhere.
I don't want to go
baby

New York to east California
There's a newwave coming
I warn you.

We're the kids in America
. . .

We're the kids
we're the kids

We're the kids in America . . .